Yesterday, I was mopping the day’s mud from the living room floor when Tim came home from work. We looked down at the hardwood and laughed at layer upon layer of footprints. With the break in the weather, mopping can be a thrice daily task. The dogs just keep on tracking globs, smears and grass hunks through the dog door.

I sighed, “Sometimes I think it’s useless to mop before the boys settle in for the night.”

Tim added, “Sometimes I think it’s useless to mop until August.”

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